Poem
For there are times we live for, for there are moment we adore... 
There is no right or wrong for those moments , coz souls are just pure.. 
Those moments are beyond love , those moment is what we live for.
There is no closure no saying good bye... 
I still wanna get entangled in you , I don't know why... 
I know I have been away..fighting multiple wars on my way... I lived on .. And now I won't be away.. 
For those moments I wana live for , those moments we adore

Tale of a lesser known man

Tale of a lesser known man. - January 31st

For kings they sing a hundred tales,

From bravery to betrayal, or love affairs

Be it a mourning winter night or a city fair.

Tales from the seven worlds travel time, no matter what.

For all what withering stones or ailing wise men taught

For if they sing an ode for me, for if it can cross time and sea

Scribe it on the stone of my kin, the one that lay by me

For on this path I am searching for her

The ode shall remind who lay next to her.

The journey to gates is gray and pale

For souls like her, it’s the heaven’s gate

Agony, pain and misery will be my fate

For I was a lesser known man, yet destiny laid her next to me

Moments and butterflies though forever flee

I’ll wait for you in this world or next,

For if they sing an ode for me, for if it can cross the time n sea.

Shadows and the Sea!

Shadows and the Sea!

The blue star shines in the east, the summers are here it seems

Your shadow still remains, remains of memories in my heart

For I am just a sailor, lost in the time’s sea

I see no land, I wander on the waves and all hopes thus end

Though your shadows still remains n remains of happiness in my heart

For if I see you again, a happy good bye is all I ask

Coz, I know shadows don’t stay and my hope thus weeps away

I shall wander for eternity till my shadow last,

My deeds were pure, and I wish my love could last.

My heart goes dark now, coz I left you at the shore

My shadow shall wander, the curse of breaking your adore  

Your shadow still remains, remains of purity in my heart

Remain of Love in my Heart- S.D

Little talks

Little talks!

Those little talks we do, while our walk in this worldly fare,

We tag them by fair, frank, and unfair.

We do it with loved ones, we do it with the dumb ones, 

They all leave marks of something or of someone. 

Those marks tell stories, some of love and some of worries. 

Those little talks are short, yet we remember them all,

With three little words they patch things up 

Or those two words to end ones world

With these little talks we make new friends, 

We remember these talks till the very end.

Little talks of sin can dethrone a king,

Few words of belief can make a mute to sing.

Leaders of our times preach these little talks,

To walk what you talk and to talk what you walk.

Strangers touch your soul, with these little talks,

Altering your life; changing your directions as you walk.

These little talks will always be here, 

Amalgamation of love, hate, and care;

We are animals, the most social of all,

Little talks will exist even after we fall.

We do it with loved ones, we do it with the dumb ones, 

Little talks leave marks of something or of someone. 

My Little talk:  S.D.

Happy Times

Happy times

I hope I don’t fall in love with you again,

All it gave me were endless agony and pain.

Many times I tried it, and every time I failed,

You came back after each fight and your love I hailed.

But now I wish you are gone, never to come back,

As I am lifeless as wood and metal wreck

But here you are, staring at me, wanting me to love you

Happy times are back, but they are so few

Time passes by, and just as the winter creeps in,

I hope I don’t fall in love with you again,

Because all it gave me were endless agony and pain.

Hope the spring comes soon again-S.D. 

Trojans & Alice

Alice & Trojans

Those sparkling blue eyes and that Aphrodite smile was all what he could remember out of 28 years of his life. He left the unknown job he did to become a believer of god, because all he ever believed was Alice’s faith in him.  But just when he thought he had changed for good, he faced the ugly side of life.

And there he laid, drenched with blood, sweat and mud, all he could think was her.  He could hear his breath loud and clear, trying to surrender its serenity and soul to death; while others had already lost their virginity called life and laid motion less. He could hear the police siren around the block and knew soon he would be saved from death to become slave of life in a prison until death show its mercy to have him in her when he grows pale. In those last moments, before he was discovered by the keepers of law around the aisle, all he was thinking was that, was he fighting with goons who were teasing Alice in the club or was he fighting destiny. She was gone anyway, as she doubted the man's faith in her for a whisker, the Trojans of death took her in the paradox of anonymity.  she could never know he fought for her with  the grand valor. She was shot dead amidst the mundane gang war.

I am sure that he believed in something in his life be it a mortal person because god doesn’t say to preach in institution of religion he says to believe in something you love from heart. He wasn’t a great man who lead the Nobel life but he was man of true love . 

For once he believed in true love: S.D

Dear Better Half

Dear Better Half,

Hitting the quarter life crisis, I was sitting in a lounge with couple of friends thinking which girl to hit for better half of the night. I was sailing in ocean of my fantasies with a dazzling dusky beauty, tall and ecstatic with perfect curves, you know what I mean …...she was my better half.

One of my friends suddenly bumped into me and told me to get my better half on dance floor.

Why in hell, people say “my better half”?  

When it comes to boys the answer is well conceived, as half of the world with opposite gender think... Men are crazy animals who just want to get laid. They have single dimension thought process and IQ of zero when it comes thinking anything but girls; because no men can be sure 100% if he has either understood the girl or if he is 100% assure that the girl will not leave with all those potential other beasts out there, hungry for that lust. They so often feel the tranquil scent of first love even when it is the N^th time, the freshness of flowers feel the same when received by that unmatchable smile even when they have tried this with all of their "better halves" gone wrong so far; the dance, the rain , the ride all leave them in a love fling with her ….their "better half". No doubt it is better than the last one, is only feeling they have. 

 What about those feminine betterhalves? Wearing their rose tinted glasses, they dream of prince charming while dating a rookie or should I say their better half and vice versa, they always find other guy more handsome than who they are with. Why they are entitled under this phrase of “better half” ? There cannot be smoke if there is no fire, and I almost already answered the question above in tits and bits. According to me with no offence to all the ladies, how many of you have found a guy hot even when you are with your better half and talked about it, how many of you have bitched about the Guy with your lady counterparts. Those Taylor Lautner body types, do give you goose bumps or those Robert Pattinson’s deep blue eyes seduce you to death. Last but not the least you can't stop cursing "better halves" of your roommates for no good reason but envy.  I guess we are built with this animal instinct within, to be always on the move to find a better half. How many of you being in a rebound phase and found the better half almost next door.

We love it when they hit a break up, we just say “one enemy down” and when someone walks up to introduce her/his better half we say “positive I.D on enemy, project breakup initiate”.

I guess the only reason which make some sense in using this metaphorical and ubiquitously perceived phrase of “better half” is you can’t find happiness unless you meet him/her, no wonder sometimes it take more than once chance to fit in the puzzle correctly. Don’t make judgment about me when you read this, I am loyal to being single for another better half of my life patiently waiting for you...my better half, to knock my door.  

Your Better half

S.D

Perhaps! I say I am a Bad Writer

I am A bad Writer !

Self Praise kept me going so far 

I don't think, I ever raised the bar

Failed in all the attempts I made 

In all those clumsy, lousy words I said.

 Replications of a merely lost and confused brain

I interpreted everything wrong, be it love or rain. 

To be Just another blogger, was my fault 

Dream To be the ace, I could never open that vault.

Writing so far was nothing but a blunder 

Perhaps, I say I am a bad writer. 

My success stories were short and ethereal 

I wonder now, they were dream or for real

I wrote for my girlfriend and spilled my heart

She left me mid way and punctured it by dart.

I wrote another poem, to show my agony 

People said, I am an overdose and too phony.

Life kept me going, so did my female attractions

First in the row was a beauty queen

I wrote a love story, thinking it was never heard or seen

Frankly it was same old story on the screen.

I lost her too on the road to heaven,

I pitched another vodka shot, and lay raven 

A guy and a gal, can never be friends 

Over the years, all I can say this is the trend. 

Perhaps, to drive love, I am a hasty biker 

Or shall I say I am a bad writer. 

Leave the girls; I was never good with them

I tried my luck on other branches on the stem

Then came a phase, I splattered my words in all possible directions

Making a mockery of literature, I think I finally got some perfection

My array of work ranged from politics to sex

I formed my stories, like candles out of wax. 

A few of them went quite a mile 

I am glad they brought a few to smile.

My writings are driven by happenings around me

Intend to judge things different amidst what I see.

Soon to realize, it’s the most common psyche

Perhaps, to rule the sky was just a dream, 

Alas! I was called just another cynical flyer

Or shall I say I am a bad writer.

And now is the time, when the love is gone 

Gone with the wind, and I sung my fav song 

I lie in my bed, with a bottle of wine

With guilt of a writer who could never shine

They say to me, u tried too hard, with limited social art

My writings are the ones which never quit me 

Or perhaps time has come quit as a brave fighter 

Unlikely to quit ,Perhaps I say I am a bad writer.......

I Say I am a Bad Writer : S.D

K!d: An Or!g!nal Bluepr!nt….

All u elders’ just sit and relax

Don’t take tension as u won’t pay any tax.           

Jus telling u story of kid’s mind sprint

No copies required as it’s the original blueprint.

                        Childs so young like seedling in sand

                        They dream so high and think so grand.

                        The purest of souls on the planet earth

                        Nobody can estimate how much is there worth.

It’s a lot to learn from these little saints.

Spend your time and their theories will wash all pain.

As we grow, we forget, lessons of morals & values we read

Money has now become our jam and bread.

Responsibilities are important but don’t become half dead.

                        They give there full even in the smallest works.

                        Weather its just sand castles or mud wars.

                        They have spirit of wining the game.

                        To try harder every time even when the efforts go vain.

There giggling faces and naughty drama.

To make things right they follow the karma.

Their magnetic charisma and positive vibes

Just relaxes the aura and makes u smile.

Keeps you going mile after mile.

                         Their fantasy world may seem so implicit

                        Super heroes and magic, doing the trick

                        But give a thought to this little dream

                        Keep your calm and jus don’t scream

                        Gravity from Apple was also a dream.

There emotions so intense and intellectual

You need a few, even when the worlds grow more practical

Simple thoughts and curious eyes

They ride on clouds as their kites fly

To know everything is what they want

Learn so fast and lead from front.

                        So much they want to do, they always say

                        Pilots & doctors, they all are in play.

                        They have this vision of ancient mariner

                        Sailing on dream n cruising Bon-voyage.

                        These little captains can challenge any age.

These free will souls are so very smart

Voyagers of tomorrow, they jus keep the tension apart

Jus give time and wings to fly.

These blueprints are awesome, just give a try

Faith and trust is all what they want

Love for them is just what count.

These lill champs will paint the world

With rainbow colours and make u proud.

                                                                        A Kid at heart: SD

P.S Wrote this one when I was in class 12th. :) 

Sleep

Sleep :

Sleep is defined as a natural and periodic state of rest during which consciousness of the world is suspended; it’s a state of infinity , a state where the brain takes over body. There is no end to what extent you can go in sound sleep. Had there been no sleep there would not be any innovation in this world; sleep give rise to dreams and dreams realises into innovations. The biggest of theories were discovered in state of suspension i.e. sleep. 

Have you ever thought what gender of sleep is? : I think sleep is a girl, beauty of which is immeasurable and every girl on the world can’t defy the benevolence of sleep. It caresses and titillates every cell in body to reach state of euphoria.  The eternal charm, the endless eloquence, the pulchritude of her calmness cannot be painted or described in limited words. Another reason why i conclude the gender of sleep is the power she poses to control the world, no being can exist without sleep. She governs the mere existence of all living mortals. She is the goddess of existence. But on other hand sleep is also the face of morbidity, of death, of grief and pain. No emotion can replace the emotion of death, it’s a sleep no mortal wants, but cannot avert. It’s a sleep where the soul takes over the body, and breaks the bodily foundation. 

Moving forward, the radiance of sleeping child is the one even the god envy, it is a souvenir of peace, placid mind and subtleties of calm soul. Yet a corpse depicts the cacophony of wrath and anguish. I believe even the god had a sound sleep before discovering it and allotting it for living beings. Shakespeare described the seven stages of life in the most explicit ways, I believe sleep is the beginning and the end of mortality and to some extent even the immortals if any cannot evade the tranquillity of its existence.

Sleep is a blasphemy for indolent mind and blessing for dynamic mind. Saying this I believe we live in two worlds or may be many, because sleep is just a bridge to the other side of existence. Sleep is the ceaseless; it’s a state of suspension where you are standing in an aisle with infinite possible worlds. Here the aisle is the sleep and gateways are transcendental possibilities, you can choose from modest to secret unspoken ones. Once an old noble told me “Millions of spiritual creatures walk the earth Unseen, both when we wake and when we sleep” I deny, for mere reason of inundate odds.

 “It’s a spell of a great illusionist who walk around the earth when everything stops”-self.

Another great man once said: Sleep is like the unicorn – it is rumoured to exist, but I doubt I will see any. Another great man said a ruffled mind makes a restless pillow. I think even sages and saints spend entire lifetime to attain an eternal sunshine within them. Meditation is a cousin of sleep, both has same roots and functions.

Happy Birthday Dad

Wish you a very happy birthday Dad, 

I believe no day for your life is Sad. 

25 years you who have cared , 

those wisdom words you always shared.

To fit in your shoes, is my dream

for next 25 years and beyond.

I believe you look up to me in Pride

Thanks for being on my side. 

Giving me wings for fire & freedom

to find my own stardom.

I wish all have a Dad like you

Words of gratitude are so few.

--S.D

Doctors Tale amidst war !

Two different warzones, a tale of two Doctors

How would you feel if your family members are 10000+ miles away from you - amidst a civil war (300 dead, 3000 injured) on one side and amidst highly contagious virus infected hospital 13 death so far in a town? I am sure the feeling would not be that great but still you would say them with utter belief and insurance that "everything would be alright” "Everything would be safe again”. That’s what I am doing so far from past few weeks now ,consoling, motivating and trying to inject belief in happiness.

For those who don’t know me much - the places I am talking about are Libya: the violence slugged and boiling unrest country, and Jodhpur: The sun city of India facing death carnage; each facing tragic challenges in their own circumspect. I have doctors (relatives) facing war of different variants and variance.  

The city of Jodhpur is known for its tradition, it courtesy and its pride: But I guess most of it is already lost; reasons - unlucky common men, highly inflated & judgemental media, biased thought process, illogically provoked creeds and clans, people who take death as vote bank generation gimmick, and crab mentality.

It’s being rightly said if you torture someone over the period of time, there would be no pain for him to feel.

This is what has happened in this city too : Its being targeted, and tortured indirectly too much by the highly judgmental sects specially media and certain class of hypocrites for only bringing out the wrong doing everywhere, eventually spreading negativity in every home. I lived there for last full year, and I never read a success story as a cover, it would always be a murky, banal & pompous and loud negative stuff.

If you publicise and market so much wrong, you are doing no right.

What you think is what you manifest. The veins of each diminutive person are fluxed with negativity, no wonder you will end up seeing the same world everywhere. Each action has equal and opposite reaction – simple physics.

The case of recent Deaths is another illicit exemplar portraying, how to play the buck game?

The doctors and patients both fall victim to political melodrama from past year only to repent temporarily, be it the stampede or rat bites or thalassemia massacre or the recent infected IVs: the same issues turn up. Crab mentality, money leaching politics and puppet doctors (only to receive suspension if raised voice). No places for emotions and respect. You have to either bend or get buckled! When you constantly trying to fix the system you are consistently making it more complex and untidy but someone has to make this choice of being in danger of getting his hand dirty and existence demolished and shattered; I saw it happening in my living room almost all my teenage and adult hood and I see the same perseverance and commitment in that man to make things better from years after years with odds against him, he never gives it up for wrong, He is a true karma yogi – Work is worship for him , and rest world comes second. His intrepid determination to correct the wrongs brings on a butterfly effects to everything around. It’s only because of these few good men the Socrates oath still exists. Long have we forgotten the meaning of truthfulness otherwise? Do men like him need negative publicity? Ironically they end up getting that almost all times.

On the other hand we  have this undisputed monarchy, in middle of North Africa going for a utter turmoil of twisted revolution from some group of radical people, i cannot say who is right ! But I only see a monarchy challenged by a resilient idea of democracy, a classic quintessence of politics isn’t? ; First it was time for the most vibrant civilization in the history of mankind to topple their own king and now it’s time for his neighbour to follow same lines. God save the commoners, who lamented most lifetimes over being ruled like slaves (specially the minorities). On an irony the country is a land of riches, the Man who did this did had some grit to do that, but when a cancer grows over its size it must be detached from the parental body , to let body survive.

As I say the role of common man who cuts the garden grass, work for a Government hospital, earns a respectable wage , lives a happy life – silent yet peaceful, because he avoided any resistance and accepted things and the culture. This man faced all sort of challenges to make his mark , but I hope they take this man as their own and not an outsider because he has served for the wellbeing of this countrymen all his lifetime even knowing that he don’t even belong here. He fulfilled Socrates’ Oath for doctors in a true way: serve the needy, serve the god. He has a beautiful family, has a lovely granddaughter. The ladies in such families are no short of determination either , they act as seraphs for such men constantly motivating them to stay put , stay calm and determined. Are men like him need such a civil war in the 2^nd half of their lifetimes, I don’t think so. It gets me to fits when I hear him going through the city lanes in the curfew for getting his loved ones out of this boiler. It’s a daily war against time, and survival. Ironically goons are just making mockery of governance , for me killing a mob from a chopper and burning a government building to ruins in vengeance, both are same, because its provoked , thoughtful and against the common man .   

 I believe that the peace prevails; the justice may be done to both parts of the world and to my family which is at the epicentre of two different wars, but has the same goal – peace and happiness.

Odes from The Dancing Monk

Odes From An Apologue:

The Dancing Monk

by

Saket Dhanraj Dabi

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The Dancing Monk!!

“The dawn tears the cloud bladder

On orange tray, the Ash scatters.

The mystic aura, the enigmatic chants,

Feel like Heaven on this holy land.

On the banks of river lied an aged monk,

Draped in saffron cloak, long has he lost his folks.

Grey eyebrows and white bear showed age

Wrinkled face and eyes with dried tears……

Banks of Ganga is where he stays !

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The Dancing Monk

With his folks long gone

He is left soul torn,

Mystery for all is what he is,

He deserves some peace and god’s eternal bliss!

*****

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The Dancing Monk

He dance for death , he dance for birth

He pays penance for self, penance for others

I can’t find one who care or bothers

When I lay him hand, and showed some care

He ran away from me in agony and fear!

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*****

The Dancing Monk

He offers his prayers,

Baptizing

The new born child

Yet destiny has defied, it took his only child.

He still shows his love to all human beings.

No sage can offer the same, after what he has seen.

His world tumbled like a cards castle

Left him loner like an empty vessel.

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*****

The Dancing Monk!!

He was great man in his hay days

A lot about him did the bag say.

Yet there were few pages tattered and charred

He wanted the secrets to be always behind the bars

They say he became a legend in the Wild West,

His story just ends here, or did it just start,

He left his scar on my heart, reminding me to come back for him

With this promise within, S.D left the place with a heavy heart.

*****

The Dancing Monk : 

A agonizing story of pain , grief and penance of a professor, A story which portray a language above words , a language of emotions , of expressions , of sentiments and overall of "Dance".

A way to connect to almighty and plead for solace he deserved from 15 years.

Eclipses from his life and life of S.D, overlapping for 6 days, a transcendental journey which offered the true meaning of life , of love and of mere existence! 

55 Fiction P2

Red curtained Wall!!

Aesthetically unclothed, fragrance of lilies still strong, candle wax still hot; Each nerve segregated neatly ,  looked like a feast for the daemon , assorted with red, blue and gray-brown. Finesse art at display, draped with emoticon of last smile. The wall curtained with dripping blood, a gift to City: - courtesy-“Jack the Ripper”.

He just made IT!!.

Can I make IT.? Dangling between the classic dilemma of country or self, so close n yet so far; 2 to win, 1 ball left; 1 gets 100^th century, 2 country win. Closed in field, here comes a swinging torpedoed Yorker, He played with eyes close….. “He managed to get; Just It.” – Daily News.

1.5 x !!

It felt like the reel rolling with 1.5X speed, 55 frames per second. Dead people walking, hunted by Lykens, King of tribe, killed by a lion, winning 55fiction award, declared Casanova, shot by 55 caliber, killed my boss; Scooped these from gray cluster. After 55 seconds, Erupted belly matter.  Hell of a rollercoaster!!! Darn!!.

U got to go, when it calls!!

Every 55 seconds, Press Enter, save world. A horn honks, counts 5, thereafter BOOM-Bang, 1000 sun descend upon us. Dead in 55sec. No human challenged him past 55 years. Crippled in hands of a “psychic noble laureate” we are. Did he just said - “Sorry! I forgot to do it, I got to pee urgently”……..

Potpourri Galore!

“Just like heaven, behind enemy lines, Band of brothers, saving Private Ryan, in Schindler's list. A few good men turned Rambo. On Road to perdition, killed slumdog millionaire & GODFATHER, attaining quantum of solace, oozing momento, had Shwashank redemption, saw one flew over cuckoo’s nest, ate American Pie, met gal next door on euro trip ” –from- Princess diary.